Lurking

I'm thinking of growing out my bangs. (Yes, I know no one is interested, but this is my blog dammit, so you will read every inane thought that comes into my mind.) My reasoning is twofold: first of all, they grow pretty fast, and I don't want to have to keep trimming them. More importantly, my face gets sweaty whenever we go outside, and my bangs always end up plastered to my forehead. I've also forsaken any kind of make-up, since it just melts off. Basically, I look like crap all the time. Luckily, I'm married, so no matter how bad I look, Mike still has to love me because HE PROMISED. So it's settled: growing out the bangs.

We started off the weekend with a pretty full day. Mike decided he had craving for ranch style borracho beans, so we went to the grocery store to get what we needed. We had to search around awhile, but we finally found some pinto beans hidden away in a lonely imported foods section. Going to the grocery store on a Saturday is always a nightmare, but it's especially bad in Singapore, since the aisles are tiny as well as packed. Plus, the music they play is awful; I had successfully avoided hearing "My Heart Will Go On" for at least five years up until today. You win again, Celine.

We dropped our groceries at home and then went to get some lunch. We've been meaning to try this restaurant called Lerk Thai, which I like to refer to as Loitering Asian. (There's also this bakery here called Bread Talk, which sounds like it was named by somebody with synesthesia.) Anyway, Lerk Thai has this papaya salad Mike wanted to try since we saw Bourdain try it on TV. It was a little too heavy on the fish sauce for me, but Mike liked it. He got some red curry chicken, and I got pineapple fried rice, both of which were excellent. However, my dish came in a hollowed-out pineapple, so advantage: Emma.

After that we headed back to Bras Basah, since we wanted to get some more used books. I'm on a mystery kick right now, I think watching so much Law & Order has started to warp my brain. I'm so glad we found this place, since I'm going through books at an alarming rate, and I can't afford to support my habit if I buy new. I found a copy of Let the Right One In which I'm very excited about, since I really enjoyed the movie. Why is it that every time any foreign movie does remotely well, Hollywood feels the need to remake it? We're American, we're not stupid; we can read subtitles.

...But not tonight, tonight we're watching The Big Lebowski and eating beans. Class all the way.